Sheesh.  I should learn to keep my big mouth shut.  Remember how last week I was (ignorantly) gloating about how happy and well-adjusted and normal everything was ’round these parts?  Eye of the storm, my friends.  I’m chalking that one up to cold medicine, mmkay? And for now on?  When I say stuff like that?  Please gouge my eyes out with a spoon, because it’s preferable to listening to my kids scream like a banshee.  And this is what I look like when I’m having a meltdown:

I know, I’m looking rather haggard. I promise, I’ll start taking better care of myself.  Really! I will!

I’ve decided that I’d do something fun for a change. Instead of me ranting about what my kids did yesterday afternoon from four until ten (when I actually managed to get them both to sleep before staring at the ceiling for two more hours thinking about the uniform I wore in high school and the cheese fries I ate for lunch. Y’know.  Important stuff), I’ve got a challenge for you!  See if you can figure out what three things Bugaboo did last night that caused my meltdown. C’mon!  Don’t be shy!  Knowing his history of NON-STOP PARTYING, I know you can come up with it.  It doesn’t have to be in any specific order.  And the person who comes closest (without going over) wins a FABULOUS AWARD:

And for the Bonus Question for this round, guess how long it took Bug Boy to take his meds this morning.  Go ahead!  Guess!

I’ll wait…